paroles de chanson Love You So - St. Lunatics
Ooh,
I
loved
you
so
(You
know
I
loved
you
right)
But
why
I
loved
you,
I'll
never
know
(I
never,
I
never
knew
girl,
you
see)
Ooh,
the
pain
you
put
me
through
(You
know
the
pain
right,
you
can
feel
my
pain
right)
You
know
you've
killed,
now
I
lust
for
you
(Uh,
to
the
gateway,
now
check
it
out,
yo)
Now
since
I've
came
in
the
game,
money
and
fame,
I
love
it
But
whoever
thought
I'd
wake
up
one
mornin'
with
no
budget
It's
Cardi
the
golden
kid
with
that
older
shit
I
live,
learn,
learn
to
live,
the
older
I
get
And
I
remember
Thursdays,
hungry
Thursdays
'Bout
sixteen,
seventeen,
'um,
murphy
age
But
this
rap
game
I
love
it,
it's
like
I'm
married
to
it
I
proposed
on
clue,
she
said,
"I'd
be
happy
to
do
it"
Gave
her
a
kiss,
mmwha,
she
gave
me
fifty
G's
Silly
Cardi
I
spent
it,
now
Cardi
on
his
knees
Now
I'm
livin'
reality,
a
biggie
smalls
theme
Askin'
for
one
more
chance
to
show
her
what
I
really
mean
She
said,
"You
done
seen
a
lotta
things
baby
bro'"
Even
best
friends
turned
and
take
out
videos
I
got
with
the
'tics,
ei,
still
no
deal
'Til
sugar
said,
"Chill
baby,
everything
is
fo'
reel,
c'mon"
Ooh,
I
loved
you
so
But
why
I
loved
you,
I'll
never
know
Ooh,
the
pain
you
put
me
through
You
know
you've
killed,
now
I
lust
for
you
Nineteen-ninety-six,
let's
sign
these
papers
(Hurry
up,
sign
right
here)
So
we
can
get
these
papers
and
give
these
hoes
the
vapors
Double-dumb
entertainment
dropped,
gimme
what
you
got
Off
top,
'tics
hot,
even
sent
you
a
shot
(Double-dumb
nine
seven)
Didn't
want
Nelly
on
it,
said
his
verse
didn't
fit
Some
ol'
seperatin'
shit,
ten
percent
ass
bitch
Whole
town
love
us,
no
one
is
above
us
Treated
you,
no
talent,
knowin'
niggas
like
brothas
No
street
team,
no
promotion
Just
woof
tickets,
raw
fuckin',
no
lotion
One
year
later
you
decide
to
drop
an
EP
At
the
same
time
drop
us,
that
confuse
me
So
like
a
bastard
child,
we
on
our
own
Put
out
and
left
alone,
y'all
wont
answer
the
phone
It
took
a
little
time
but
we
got
it
ourself
Five
million
records
later,
now
y'all
askin'
for
wealth
(One,
two,
three,
four,
five)
Nigga
please
You
know
what
I'm
sayin',
life
is
crazy
You
know
what
I'm
sayin',
you
got
choices
in
life
But
bro'
when
you
make
'em
You
gotta
make
'em
and
make
'em
right
And
if
you
ain't
makin'
'em
right
it's
just
crazy
You
ain't
got
nobody
else
to
blame
Nobody
but
yourself
You
know
what
I'm
sayin',
mad
truth
to
that
Let
me
pretend
that
I'm
a
lawyer
and
explain
the
situation
Facin'
three-to-one
five
across
state,
humiliation
St.
Louis
set
it
off,
phone
calls
was
long
distance
(Ayyo,
it's
four
birdies
in
Houston)
C'mon,
send
some
one
to
get
'em,
who
would
do
it
for
a
grand?
Eighteen,
only
thing
on
our
mind
was
that
killer
money
From
Missouri
to
the
T
E
X
A
S
Two
cats
strapped
it
tight,
right
up
under
her
chest
One-way
trip
on
southwest
but
she
didn't
make
it
that
far
Metal
detectors
went
bizarre,
one-way
trip
to
the
car
Your
honor,
she
got
a
baby
that'll
drive
my
granny
crazy
A
long
distance
lawyer
that
keep
on
tellin'
us
maybe
And
we
all
raise
her
baby,
takin'
care
of
her
daily
This
law
shit
is
crazy,
never
cease
to
amaze
me
It's
different
from
the
eighties,
ninety-five
to
lately
They
givin'
out
time
like
dogs
givin'
out
rabies
(Free
city)
Ooh,
I
loved
you
so
But
why
I
loved
you,
I'll
never
know
Ooh,
the
pain
you
put
me
through
You
know
you've
killed,
now
I
lust
for
you
Ooh,
I
loved
you
so
But
why
I
loved
you,
I'll
never
know
Ooh,
the
pain
you
put
me
through
You
know
you've
killed,
now
I
lust
for
you
1 Groovin Tonight
2 Just For You - Intro
3 S.T.L.
4 Okay
5 Summer In The City
6 Mad Baby Daddy Skit - Pt. 1
7 Boom D Boom
8 Midwest Swing
9 Show 'Em What They Won
10 Let Me In Now
11 Dis Iz Da Life
12 MBD Skit, Pt. 2
13 Scandalous
14 Groovin Tonight
15 Jang A Lang
16 MBD Skit, Pt. 3
17 Real Niggaz
18 Here We Come
19 Love You So
20 Love You So
21 MBD Skit, Pt. 4
22 Batter Up
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